A bright, sunny day in Vancouver brought me down to the beach. I've been pretty lax in my duties in Kayaking, but the weather's finally cleared up and the wind off the strait has calmed down. I launched at sunset beach and paddled out into English bay with some light chop near Jericho beach. I was feeling pretty adventurous so I decided to also go down to the end of false creek as well to the science center. Man, it's good to be back on the water again.

I woke up a bit later than normal and was really not sure if I wanted to paddle, but I had a look at the forecast and decided skipping today was right out of the question. The most promising paddle was Sooke Basin, so I packed up the car and headed out to Cooper's Cove. Since I've never gone East. I thought today would be a great chance to see what was up there. It was a grey day, but I had amazingly mirror calm water and a warm air temp.

I got to cooper's cove and spoke to a fellow who was parked there about boats, veggie diesel and Nestle/Chiquita! I love this place sometimes. I put in and headed out of the cove. The entire coastline east of Coopers Cove is lined with expensive housing and bed and breakfasts. Each house outdid the last, but thankfully they at least blended in a bit and didn't tear out the entire forest. Everywhere along the basin's coast I could hear rushing water either from culverts or streams from neighbouring lakes.

The first turnoff was into Roche Cove, demarcated by a short spanning, single lane car bridge. The cove is like a small lake with a completely overgrown stream at the east end. There are houses lining a lot of the cove, but the boats and docks are sparse as the road bridge is difficult for any wide boat to navigate. I left Roche cove and worked my way to the south coast to see Anderson cove.

The most mind-blowing house I saw (and envied) was a large A frame style house perfectly set against a narrow whitewater stream. I paddled along the south coast until I hit the entrance to Anderson Cove. The water really narrows and just my luck a motorboat was trying to leave at that moment. Someone has sunk a boat in the middle of the channel making it hard for two boats to navigate comfortably. Inside the cove is pretty amazing. A bunch of expensive houses line a 90degree solid rock hillside covered in mosses. There are a number of fishing boats and small sailboats in the cove and it looks like there's a good canoe launch on the southwestern shore along East Sooke Road.

I left the cove and visited the little islands in the middle of Sooke Basin. There were lots of Canada Geese lining the rocks there and I kept hearing a bald eagle chirping, but it was too camouflaged to see clearly. The islands, cheerfully named Deadman's Island ) are quite rocky and covered in hardy plants and mosses. They remind me a bit of the Chain islands in Oak Bay with trees. I was getting a bit tired, so I headed back to the launch point concluding another fine winter's day on the sea.

Drip drip drip. The sound of today was the pitter patter of rain. I visited a serene Brentwood Bay where the only people out and about were those doing the dog walking chores. Unloading the car, I learned an important lesson... don't put your paddles on the ground while unloading. I destroyed my backup paddles by stepping on the ferrule :/ (it's still good - it's still good). I headed down to the beach at a very high tide and put in to the rumbling of the mill bay ferry and gushing of the road drainage culvert.

I meditatively paddled from Brentwood bay to Todd Inlet and noticed a very large population of moon jellyfish had occupied southern Brentwood Bay and Todd Inlet. The silence deepened and the rain let up as I got around the limits of Butchart Gardens. I took a few photos of the marten nesting sites at the end of the Todd Inlet pathway and headed up to the creek-bed. Thousands of jellyfish were crowding around the babbling creek mouth and some had noticeably changed to dull white/yellow color.

I met some other paddlers on the way out of todd inlet and they looked about as chill as I felt. I took the west shore out of the inlet and through a postcard scene of a solitary flannel draped liveaboard lounging in the cockpit of his cabin trawler while the furnace smoke gently drifted along just feet from the water. I paddled out past all the little inhabited boats and out to 15 minute (Senanus) Island to the North.

The crossing was sleepy and free of anything but glassy millpond beauty. the Only waves coming from boats engaged in fishing. I was met at the island by seals which darted off as soon as they saw me coming. I paddled around the island and watched a kingfisher nab about 3 fish in a row by diving on them from a tree directly above the water. He left one of them on the rocks for later. Neat to see how they hunt up close and personal. From the island, I slipped back to Brentwood Bay in behind the mill bay ferry and utterly drenched by rain. Even saw an otter playing around on the docks on the way to the beach.